One in All - Swingin Utters

Mr. Product Man strolling by with a kind of head-held-high hypocrisy

The envy of so many walks of life but not a type like me

Periodically searching through the perfect library

A man I am of an unusual sort of aimlessness

But nevertheless bent on the glory of my lifelessness

In the pursuit of nothing short of one in all

He shines his light on me

Fluorescent minds are quick to bite the bait

But there is time for me

The null and void is a dazzled riddle of what may or may not be

Day by day counting the lines in my abridged diary

A man I am, a wary sort of nihilist

Hence bent on the glory of my lifelessness

In the pursuit of nothing short of one in all

Some have been good to me been by my side

Through with the thick and thin and have supported me

Other have scolded me with the scorched bits of their apathy

But I’ve lived to tell this tale of my instinctual vengefulness

A man I am that won’t bow down to humanists

Or the naivete therein that seems to persist

In the pursuit of nothing short of one in all